Sunday, October 04, 2009

This team, is, uh, not particularly good. The man in the retro pads is. There's your Executive Summary game review. Here are some details.

Plan the parade - TFS has confidence. TFS has balls. TFS is calm, cool, and collected. He is in position, he is moving well, he is playing the puck well. With TFS between the pipes, anything is possible. The Franchise is truly Saved. Can I get a Hallelujah and an Amen from the choir?

Gionta bats one out of thin air for the OT winner. Travis Moen continues to rule. I don't recall Hal Gill being overly terrible. There was nothing else good about this game.

The sky is falling - oh, let me count the ways. Well, I think I can count to ONE, which is equivalent to the number of shots the Habs had in the third period. Benoit said something about that being JM's "style". What, holding on for dear life for 60 minutes? Not generating any sort of offense for 60 minutes? Gui! had a breakaway, and that is literally the one scoring chance I recall the entire game. Moen's goal wasn't even a scoring chance. As I wrote in the open thread, for a team that's supposedly built on speed, we seemed damned slow. Always being beaten to pucks. Standing around in our own zone. No penetration deep in the opponent's zone. This team showed absolutely nothing for 60 minutes. From what I've seen, JM's "system" consists of dumping the puck in, changing lines every 2o seconds, and playing for overtime. Fun!

Lest you think offence is our only problem, the defence is a mess too. More standing around in our own end, no communication between partners, very little hitting, and a complete inability to start a rush up ice. Seriously, I thought seriously about Breezer last night. Seriously.

Oh, and Rhino and Metro went down with injuries. At this rate, we may as well just call up Hamilton.

Chez Paree bound? - TFS has the VIP room by himself, and Moen has a seat by the stage. The rest of the team threw a couple of twenties through the door and tried to follow them, but couldn't get around the bouncer.

Next evil evil foe - Habs head West for the first of three games after my bedtime, Tuesday night in Panger country.

I feel for poor Pleky, he's on a line by himself. Patches is in over his head, and the only reason I knew zombieTits was on the ice is because he took another of his dirty-ass slew-footing penalties (though the Sabre sold it well).

The season has just fucking started and already i`m getting fucking fed up with the talking heads. Stupid comment from last nights Anti-Chambre..``oui mais tu sait Burgy (can we stop calling 60 year old men nicknames at that age for fuck sakes) JM a besoin de temps pour mettre en place son system`` what the fuck system would that be? And after the exibition season and the first two games it seems to me like the fucking system should already be in place. However! My feeling and it has been the same bullshit i have been saying since the summer, JM is not taking this team anywhere. Yes,yes, yes i fucking know we have two victories and yet i feel like the semi-drunk i have been known to be in the past stumbling home at 3:30am with whatever was left at the bar. the next morning i always end up feeling dirty...well not really but fuck it. I feel kind of dirty after the two games played so far...no wait fuck that too cause any defeat of the Maple Fags is well just fucking fantastic. Least i regress. The fact of the matter is this team has some serious issues and ``Dollar Sign```is not going to be able to hold the fort forever.

Everyone knew, prior to the season, that the habs would be fighting for a playoff spot. Nothing has changed.

This is pretty much an expansion team, you can't expect them to play together and know where they're going to be on the ice all the fucking time. It takes lots of time to get a system in place and make everyone work within the system. It's going to take even more time with Markov out of the lineup for so long.

Anyone who expects Montreal to excel within the first 20 to 25 games is a FUCKING MORON!

Jesus christ, only habs fan complain after a 2-0 start to the season.

PS. Jeff Carter, Ryan Getzlaf and Corey Perry were all drafted the same year as big tits but after him. Big tits and little tits stay in montreal is coming to an end and don't expect much more than a bag of pucks and a couple rolls of tape in return.

ve vant Veber so I kwon now dat Babbles be listnen to de incoherrent chants ob joors truly. he be contactin me telepathically sayin "gello fiik, kakkin at joo manj!"I kwen all along dats why de Habs will winnit on Tuesdee. oh joos don't beliebe me? well dey will win beelee dat joo poofters. da Cup is conen and joo can kak all joo want kokheads cuase it will be me kakkin a joo at da parade in June.yer!

We want Weber so I know now that Bob is listening to the incoherent chants of yours truly. He'll be contacting me telepathically saying "hello fiik, I'm talking to you, man!"I knew all along and that's why the Habs will win it on Tuesday. Oh you don't believe me? Well they will win. Believe that, you doubters. The cup is coming and you can talk all you want fuckheads cause it will be me talking to you at that parade in June. Go Pot!

kakkin at all da lesbops, poofers and kokheads on dis here lil fred dat cud. joo kwon it no be dat hard to speak dis here poofy language I be talkin it no be like learnin Chini or sonefing liikes dat. beelee me when I sey I be up durin da late game drinkin sone beers and postin sone crap on here when da pucks be on and da Habs be winnin. dat poofy dumb dumb Bowmeeeeester gunna look even poofier den usual and beelee me dat be sone poofy stuff right dere. all da Calgary lebinsons and poofers gonna convert to da habs I kwon it beelee me. jer.

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The Four(-ish) Habs Fans are four(-ish) Habs fans. Three are from Montreal, though one of those is now stuck in the middle of the Red Mile. The other somehow grew up a Habs fan in the middle of Ontario Cottage Country, and now lives in Hogtown. Some of them are lawyers, so they are opinionated, and may or may not be assholes.

HabsFan29 is a lifelong Montrealer who decided the Four Habs Fans' email exchanges about the Habs were just too stupidly amusing and occasionally intelligent not to share with the world. The 29 is for the greatest (only?) Goalie-lawyer-PM candidate ever. He would like his mom to know that his meth habit is overstated on this blog for comedic effect.

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HabsFanForever33 aka Panger is a Montrealer in Exile currently residing mere blocks from the Red Mile, yet whose passion for all things Canadiens has only embiggened with distance. HFF33 worships at the altar of St. Patrick. Panger still gets chills recalling the moment he met the greatest goal-scorer of all time, The Rocket. HFF33 is a life-long Habs fan, except during the Houle-Tremblay Era, when Le Club de Hockey Canadiens was dead to Panger.

HabsFan10 grew up watching Le Demon Blond on Radio-Canada with his unilingual English Dad in a WASPy little town in Maple Leafs country, at least until the playoffs each year, when he got to hear Danny Gallivan and Dick Irvin because the Leafs played on opposite nights (if they made the playoffs at all). Rick Middleton and Cam Neely sometimes haunt his dreams. He thinks Thurso, Quebec should be declared a national historical site. If you aren't sure what the 10 in HF10 stands for, you're on the wrong site, buster.

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moeman born in l'Estie'd'Québec, was baptized Maurice because well his Mom, seeing his beautiful dark locks and glaring eyes knew he'd need a namesake, actually it was his Mon Oncle Yvon that CHristened his Habstism, deep in central Ontario no less. He took life's circuitous route and blessed his own son with the name Patrick in 1993. He also has a gorgeous daughter but she's a Sens fan, so, meh. moeman loves women, wine, song, women, Habs, his kids, women, iOS Apps, hockey blogging women and women. His other passion, he hates the leaf. He also loves women.